Ten
Now
Norah had to come into The Sugar Cube sometime, Poppy knew that. And dreaded it.
She was truly grateful to Lilian. The woman had rescued her. And the job was alright. She hadn’t lied to Norah about that. She’d thought when she accepted her offer that it was something she was just going to have to get through. But the cook was nice, and the customers were friendly. The pay wasn’t incredible, but it could have been worse. Plus, the schedule allowed her to drop off Luna at school and knock off in time to pick her up. It was a pretty big gift that had fallen into her lap, all told.
But having Norah order a bagel and coffee from her had been rough. She’d looked so bloody confused by it. What did she think? That Poppy was rich because she’d been in a girl band that was briefly successful in England (and, for some reason, Mongolia) a million years ago?
On the upside, Norah had talked to her without being forced to, which was new. For a split second, it was like they could have been normal with one another. But that was crazy, wasn’t it? They were not going to be friends. Too much water had passed under the bridge. They couldn’t have swum back now if they tried.
But Poppy kind of wished they could. She would have liked to know what Norah’s life was now and what had happened to her in these years.
How was it possible that they’d been what they’d been, and now they were this? This... nothing? Because once, for a time, Norah had seemed like the centre of the universe to Poppy. She didn’t like remembering that, but now that she was back in Northwood and Norah was regularly in her line of sight, it was all flooding back.
Twenty Years Ago
Poppy wasn’t completely certain if it was OK to kiss Norah under these circumstances. But Norah had been insistent enough to override Poppy’s doubts. It didn’t feel wrong—far from it. She could feel Norah coming closer to her every second they were kissing. Poppy’s whole body was electrified by Norah’s kiss. It was like she’d stuck a fork in a mains outlet. But in a nice way.
They were still on the floor, in the same position as Poppy had collapsed into, but that stopped working after a few minutes. It didn’t allow for the bodily contact that Poppy needed. She wanted it all. She had to tell herself to calm down and take it slow. This could end any second.
Norah pulled back from the kiss, and Poppy thought that was it—the miracle was over.
‘My legs are going a bit numb. Shall we get on the bed?’ Norah asked shyly.
Poppy was on her feet in a second, pulling Norah up gently but hastily.
Norah lay down on her back on the bed, scooting backwards toward her pillow, pulling Poppy towards her. Poppy slid up next to her and waited to see if Norah would initiate another kiss, which she did quickly.
They were side by side, body to body. Poppy softly placed a hand on Norah’s waist. Norah reacted by slipping her leg over Poppy’s leg, pulling her in tighter, her hand coming up around Poppy’s head. This was Poppy’s first kiss with a girl, but she knew it wouldn’t be the last. Norah was delicate and beautiful. Her hands around Poppy’s head were so firm but gentle. Her lips were soft as cake and just as delicious. No boy could have begun to compete.
Poppy was getting dangerously turned on. She could feel certain urges growing. Though it would be her first time going there with a member of her own gender, her body was pretty clear about what should happen next. She ached to touch certain parts of Norah. But she was fighting her wants as best she could. The situation still felt a little tenuous. She didn’t want to spook Norah.
But then Norah’s hand moved from Poppy’s head, ran down her back, and cupped her bum. Poppy matched her, moving hand to touch Norah’s bottom. It was bouncy and squeezable, so that was what Poppy did, softly kneading it. Norah gave a very encouraging little moan.
And then, incredibly, Norah suddenly rolled right on top of her. The weight of Norah’s body on Poppy’s felt so good it was almost torture. Poppy pressed into her and began to grind against her. Norah moved with her, making little sighs and moans. Poppy felt like she was seconds from coming, even with their clothes on.
And then Norah’s Mum exploded through the door.
‘Why is your light on so late? You should be—’
Poppy and Norah jumped apart; Norah’s mum was frozen in the doorway. She knew what she’d walked in on. Her eyes looked like someone had pulled the power plug out of her brain. Eventually, something clicked back into place, and she walked back out without a sound, shutting the door behind her.
‘Oh Jesus,’ Norah groaned. ‘That wasn’t good.’
‘No,’ Poppy could only agree.
‘I don’t know what to do.’
‘Neither do I.’
‘Was she angry?’
‘I don’t know,’ Poppy said, aware of how utterly useless she was being. ‘Should I go?’
Norah sighed. ‘Probably.’
‘OK. I’m sorry.’
‘What for?’
‘If this is gonna be a problem...’
Norah shook her head. ‘I mean... I think she was just shocked. I can understand that.’ She gave a nervous giggle. ‘I’m kind of shocked myself.’
Poppy nodded and kept nodding for longer than was normal or necessary. ‘Yeah, right, shock. Yeah. It’s all... Yes.’ She finally managed to stop her head from going up and down and climbed off the bed. She realised her clothes were somewhat askew, and she tucked and smoothed until she felt vaguely together. ‘Sorry. I mean, not sorry. About all of it. Just that last bit. That wasn’t good. The rest of it was... nice.’
Norah looked up at her. ‘Nice?’ she repeated. She looked slightly offended.
‘It was awesome,’ Poppy said quickly, which felt like an overcorrect. She needed to get out of here before she could completely fumble this. Why was she acting so bloody goofy? ‘Let’s talk tomorrow.’
Norah smiled. ‘OK. Tomorrow.’
She left the bedroom carefully, looking around in case Mrs Cauldwell was waiting to beat her to death with a frying pan. But the hallway was dead silent, and Poppy fled without further incident.